Peter missed the man. On the ride with Marjory that he enjoyed the next day after Monte's departure, he talked a great deal of him.
"I 'd like to have seen into his eyes," he told her. "I kept feeling I 'd find something there more than I got hold of in his voice and the grip of his hand."
"He has blue eyes," she told him, "and they are clean as a child's."
"They are a bit sad?"
"Monte's eyes sad?" she exclaimed. "What made you think so?"
"Perhaps because, from what he let drop the other night, I gathered he was n't altogether happy with Mrs. Covington."
"He told you that?"
"No; not directly," he assured her. "He's too loyal. I may be utterly mistaken; only he was rather vague as to why she was not here with him."
"She was not with him," Marjory answered slowly. "She was not with him because she was n't big enough to deserve him."
"Then it's a fact there's a tragedy in his life?"